The Parking Space
Language: en
My best friend Chloe was a terrible driver and constantly scraped her car, so she bought the parking space right between mine and my fiancé’s. They both got off work earlier than I did, so every time I came home, Chloe’s car would be parked crookedly, spilling over the line into my spot. Because of this, I was forced to park in an uncovered overflow lot a mile away. I would then have to walk all the way back. Chloe often felt bad about it and would frequently come over to our place to cook for me as an apology. That was, until the day the city issued a severe flash flood warning. Once…